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But how this paffion should proceed from you
Are. Another soul, into my body shot,
Could not have filld me with more strength and fpirit,
Than this thy breath : But spend not hasty time,
In seeking how I came thus : 'Tis the gods,
The gods, that make me fo; and, fure, our love
Will be the nobler, and the better blest,
In that the fecret juftice of the gods
Is mingled with it. Let us leave and part,
Left some unwelcome guest fhould fall betwixt;
Phi. 'Twill be ill,
I should abide here long.
Are. "Tis true, and worse
You should come often: How shall we devise
To hold intelligence, that our true loves
On any new occasion may agree
What path is best to tread ?
Phi. I have a boy,
Sent by the gods, I hope, to this intent,
Not yet feen in the court. Hunting the buck,
I found him fitting by a fountain-fide,
Of which he borrow'd some to quench his thirst,
And paid the nymph again as much in tears;
A garland lay by him, made by himself,
Of many feveral flowers, bred in the bay,
Stuck in that mystick order, that the rareness
Delighted me: But ever when he turn’d
His tender eyes upon 'em, he would weep,
As if he meant to make 'em grow again.
Seeing such pretty helpless innocence
Dwell in his face, I ask'd him all his story;
He told me, that his parents gentle died,
Leaving him to the mercy of the fields,
Which gave him roots; and of the crystal springs,
Which did not stop their courses; and the fun,
Which still, he thank'd him, yielded him liis light;
Then took he up his garland, and did shew
What every flower, as country people hold,
Did fignify; and how all, order'd thus,
Expreft his grief; and to my thoughts did read
The prettiest lecture of his country art
That could be wish'd : So that, methoughts I could
Have studied it. I gladly entertain'd him,
Who was as glad to follow; and have got
The trustiest, loving’st, and the gentlest boy,
That ever master kept : Him will I send
To wait on you, and bear out hidden love.
Are. 'Tis well; no more.
Lady.Madam, the prince is come to do his service:
Åre. What will you do, Philaster, with yourself? Dear, hide thyself. Bring in the prince.
Phi. Hide me from Pharamond ! When thunder speaks, which is the voice of Jove, Though I do reverence, yet I hide me not. Are. Then, good Philafter, give him scope and
way In what he says; for he is apt to speak What you are loth to hear : For my fake do.
Phi. I will
Pha. My princely mistress, as true lovers ought, I come to kiss these fair hands; and to fhew, In outward ceremonies, the dear love Writ in my heart.
Phi. If I shall have an answer no directliers
Pha. To what would he have answer?
Are. To his claim unto the kingdom.
Pha. I did forbear you, Sir, before the king.
Phi. Good Sir, do so still; I would not talk with
Pha. But now the time is fitter.
Pbi. Pharamond !
I loath to brawl with such a blast as thou,
Who art nought but a valiant voice : But if Thou fhalt provoke me further, men shall fay « Thou wert,' and not lament it,
Pha. Do you flight My greatness so, and in the chamber of the princess?
Phi. It is a place to which; I must confess, I owe a reverencë: But were't the church, Ay, at the altar, there's no place fo safe, Where thou dar'st injure me, but I dare punish thee: Farewell.
[Exit Philafter. Pha. Insolent boaster! offer but to mention Thy right to any kingdom
Are. Let him go ;
He is not worth your care.
Pba. My Arethua !
I hope our hearts are knit; and yet fo flow
State ceremonies are, it may be long
Before our hands be fo: If then you please,
Being agreed in heart, let us not wait
For pomp and circumstance, but folemnize
A private nuptial, and anticipate
Delights, and so foretaste our joys to come.
Are. My father, Sir, is all in all to me;
Nor can I give my fancy or my will
More fcope than he shall warrant. When he bids
My eye look up to Pharamond for lord,
I know my dụty; but, till then, farewell. [Exit. Pha. Nay!--but there's more in this some
happier man! Perhaps Philaster!-Sdeath! let me not think on't. -She must be watch'd-He too must be ta'en care of, Or all my hopes of her and empire rest Upon a sandy bottom.-If she means To wed me, well; if not, I swear revenge. [Exit,
ND thou shalt find her honourable, boy;
Full of regard unto thy tender youth.
For thine own modesty, and for my fake,
Apter to give, than thou wilt be to ask,
Ay, or deserve.
Bel Sir, you did take me up
When I was nothing; and only yet am something
By being yours: You trusted me unknown;
And that which you are apt to construe now